How the Beach Boys Saved Christmas
Oct 27, 2020
4 minutes
BY LORI SCIAME, TEMPE, ARIZONA
ILLUSTRATION BY TANGUY JESTIN
WALKING INTO the empty kitchen in my fuzzy robe, my eyes fell on our radio, silent like the rest of the house. I passed it by without turning it on, just shuffled over to the refrigerator. “The West Coast has the sunshine, and the girls all get so tanned,” I sang to keep myself company. I couldn’t have chosen a song with less to do with my own life.
It was a snowy December morning in Wisconsin, where we lived in 1979, just a week or so before Christmas. School had been canceled, but my parents had already gone to work.
Mom was a loan officer, and Dad drove a snowplow. My brother, John, was off somewhere
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